“You mean, for the sketches?” I had to clarify. Her eyes bugged wide, realising the innuendo. “Of course! What did you think I meant?” she squeaked. In the end she tugged back the duvet and sat on the edge of the bed and played the cello. She didn’t want to sit naked on her piano stool, she explained. The subtle low smooth tones of the cello wafted around and filled the whole room, enveloping me in a soothing musical balm. I focused her still calm soft face, her closed eyes, the arch of her neck, the rhythmic swaying of her shoulders, the perky profile of her breasts lifting and falling, the soft smooth tummy, the braced muscles in her legs pushing down rooted in the floor. And then I became ever lost in my zone and Naomi drifted into her own zone, two young new lovers lost in their own trances, sharing the same music but separately. I was a indian watcher, outside, again. I sketched. A gentle rapping knuckle on the door brought us sharply back to reality. Naomi jumped off the bed, alarmed, shocked, fearful. She quickly put the cello back in the corner, shouting “Just a minute!” She rushed me and tugged her clothes from the stool under me as she pecked me quickly on my startled lips before wiping the lipstick from them with a cotton pad she plucked from the desk behind me. “Quick!” she whispered urgently, deftly folding my sketchpad as she wrestled to get a leg down her trousers. Within seconds she had her tank top back on and was checking in the make-up mirror behind me to ensure she was presentable. She pushed me into my chair, forcing my sketchpad down onto my lap; “Don’t move! I’ve got this!” Naomi crossed to the door and gingerly unlocked it, trying to keep the bolt quiet. Then she slowly swung open the door, keeping most of her body shielded out of sight behind it. Outside, in the hall, stood Jean, smiling. She looked from Naomi’s flushed face to mine, enquiry in her eyes. “I was just playing my cello for Butch” Naomi flustered. “Oh, have you been sketching?” Jean asked me, eyeing my pad. I stared down at my pad as worry filled me head. Naomi had said Jean would kill us if she found out. “Naomi says we should surprise you when its finished” I croaked, my throat dry. There was a silence. Naomi was looking at me relieved, impressed at my quick wits. You’ve really never been with a guy before?” The least that happened would be that he would get very valuable practical experience that would benefit the company in the long run. At the same time I can see in the mirror and feel another pair of hands scratching their fingernails along and into my arse cheeks. The two girls sat there covered in cum, one of Hermione’s eyes forced shut, and a big glob dripping off Ginny’s nose. “Here's the lube for your sister's asshole,” Mom said. Emily began to sob as she felt his finger entered her tiny hole. We’ll both be losers if you don’t. You’ll lose the use of your right hand for the rest of your life just like this asshole over here and I’ll lose my best friend. The only time we used condoms was for specific play, but he was more than happy to bareback me every chance he got. The girls looked him over with an approving glance as they joined him on the couch . . . “Can you guess this one?” She smiled coyly over her shoulder, pointing to a indian tattoo of parted lips an inch from her crack. Diana lightly moans, and makes a seductive smile when he looks up at her while licking the boot upwards. She thanks me and hangs up. "Ooooh, don't stop doing that. Over the time the disgracing treatment of Katin and Sylvia regarding to my Directive increases. “Okay, I'll let you be a good girl and see Becky,” Seth said. “Oh god Robbie! While I scrub the orc down. “Pinch my nipples, harder, so fucking good, two people giving me pleasure, I’m cumming, cumming,” she screams as Nina and I watch smugly. “Don’t worry, I’ll be around plenty, mainly to help Lorraine annoy you and Elise.” Once again, thank you all, and I hope you’ve enjoyed Book Two of The Creators. To...To learn to take it deep.” She giggled and said: “You’ll see! “Alright, alright, if you know you’re in love, you’re gonna go for it anyway. To his particular excitement he noticed that she was White (he had a thing for White women cause he was just a walking stereotype) and had thighs that could probably pop his head like a watermelon. With each thrust my ass bounced off the wall. Sam chirped. I didn’t think you’d want the cleaning crew to find it so I put it in your top right drawer.” “Master! The double ass fucking movie was inches from my face. “You should know him by now. Are you sure? “What?” I demanded as still I struggled to comprehend. Looking at me while biting her lip, “Evans you tease.